'Wee Sleekit Cow'rin Tim'rous Beastie'
Postcard from a Westie to his companion at Boarding School
I'm a Westie from Scotland,
The Isles are m'friends,
But this one's a dot in the ocean,
No survey would map it,
The coastguard would scrap it.
It seems a good time for devotion!
With my dog-collar on
And prayers up to date,
I keep safely short of the brink,
If I put a paw wrong
Or lap sea with m'tongue,
I think I'll end up in the drink!
We're renowned for our tipple
On this part of the globe
It's golden and clear as can be,
Though I've not lost m'bottle,
Send a boat at full throttle,
It's a landlubber's life for me!
It's true my name's Skipper
And the brine's in m'blood,
The forebears sailed full tilt for Skye
To take the Bonnie Prince over,
To 'Jamie the Rover',
When Culloden's dog-fight went awry!
So I think all in all
I'll be glad when you call,
For I'll not make old bones on this rock,
Don't delay at half-term,
Any port in a storm,
But I'd like to be home with m'pack!